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We took the kids to Owen’s Beach and spent hours playing in the sand. Jake let them bury him, and the kids gave him a mermaid's tail before they ran off to play.

I smile as I watch the kids chase the waves, Jake sitting beside me on the bench, his arm around me as he talks about our future and having more kids.

For now, he’s perfectly happy with the two that we have, but he wants more.

A house with a white picket fence, somewhere for the kids to run and play.

He tells me about our wedding in the summer with a smile on his face as he imagines the day.

“I want that with you. I want to keep building it every day. I want us to grow old together.”

My heart melts at his words. The warmth of his hand in mine, the sound of the waves, and the laughter of the kids in the background make everything feel perfect.

“I see it, too,”

I say, squeezing his hand. “I see it all.”

We stay there quietly for a while, watching the sun dip lower, the sky turning into a canvas of orange and pink, the perfect ending to a perfect day.